Just a lil something to get our sea legs back...
M
Showing posts with label wu-tang clan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wu-tang clan. Show all posts
Jan 9, 2012
Oct 14, 2010
Tical
What’s good Family?
As I hammered out the first draft of this literary novel inspired by events in my life naive confidence filled my imagination with all sorts of grandeur. Now, as I edit draft number six time is taken to dig deeper into the visions circa ’93-’95 when they flash throw my eyes. I particularly see those Grant Hill Fila sneakers (the kicks Meth has on in the first video below) and my old hood. Which at the time looked extremely similar to every other hood in Rap music videos because LES hadn’t yet been swept by gentrification. Stories fight for more clarity and words mature to fashion my depth of regret for opportunities squandered. So many wasted years wasted on wasted pursuits. I lived like a drifter because I never dropped an anchor or set sail.
Tical was probably the most anticipated album release of my Hip Hop existence. NaS’ Illmatic basically dropped out of nowhere like the best kept secret but Wu Tang Clan and in particular Method Man had been on the come up for almost three years. Meth trooped with me in my headphones, chaperoned by Ron G and Double R mixtapes to the LES and South Bronx then back to Brentwood, LI. His lyrics rang out on street corners, building hallways and project rooftops while we puffed stimuli. I scuffed my Tims on St. Anne's, Clinton, Stanton, Rivington, Sherif's Park and many others long before I walked those same streets as a youth development professional or youth pastor dude. There was a romantic aimlessness attached to that version of me.
I scrap to properly project the pictures in my mind as words on page. So i can share a portion of my complete angst with readers over the misapplication of time in an era long gone. Why did I take up residence in a world I vowed to never become a member of? Why did I trade in my precious road map for a cardboard cut out? As a child I was taught to look towards scripture for inspiration, instructed to study characters that faced similar life obstacles and survived. Like Moses, I killed too soon and found myself banished. At best banishment has produced ambivalence though I do carry the earmarks of solitary interaction with sheep (my kids). You can sense my persona because even if my worldview is large my circle remains small. I’m about the book because the book is about me. Blessings.
M
As I hammered out the first draft of this literary novel inspired by events in my life naive confidence filled my imagination with all sorts of grandeur. Now, as I edit draft number six time is taken to dig deeper into the visions circa ’93-’95 when they flash throw my eyes. I particularly see those Grant Hill Fila sneakers (the kicks Meth has on in the first video below) and my old hood. Which at the time looked extremely similar to every other hood in Rap music videos because LES hadn’t yet been swept by gentrification. Stories fight for more clarity and words mature to fashion my depth of regret for opportunities squandered. So many wasted years wasted on wasted pursuits. I lived like a drifter because I never dropped an anchor or set sail.
Tical was probably the most anticipated album release of my Hip Hop existence. NaS’ Illmatic basically dropped out of nowhere like the best kept secret but Wu Tang Clan and in particular Method Man had been on the come up for almost three years. Meth trooped with me in my headphones, chaperoned by Ron G and Double R mixtapes to the LES and South Bronx then back to Brentwood, LI. His lyrics rang out on street corners, building hallways and project rooftops while we puffed stimuli. I scuffed my Tims on St. Anne's, Clinton, Stanton, Rivington, Sherif's Park and many others long before I walked those same streets as a youth development professional or youth pastor dude. There was a romantic aimlessness attached to that version of me.
I scrap to properly project the pictures in my mind as words on page. So i can share a portion of my complete angst with readers over the misapplication of time in an era long gone. Why did I take up residence in a world I vowed to never become a member of? Why did I trade in my precious road map for a cardboard cut out? As a child I was taught to look towards scripture for inspiration, instructed to study characters that faced similar life obstacles and survived. Like Moses, I killed too soon and found myself banished. At best banishment has produced ambivalence though I do carry the earmarks of solitary interaction with sheep (my kids). You can sense my persona because even if my worldview is large my circle remains small. I’m about the book because the book is about me. Blessings.
M
Nov 10, 2009
New Wu
What's good beloved,
Got a Raekwon video to share. His new "Catalina" video is on the net right now also but I can't get that embedded version just yet ... so on to the next one.
Not much in the mood for talking (sorry to all who have called and got the voice mail). So I'll let my Wu brother's talk for me. Still grinding and trying to get someone to pick up the book project. I'll holla soon with some sort of update and shit. Plus Mirandy Candy is still on deck, she just needs some editing.
Until that time ...
M
Got a Raekwon video to share. His new "Catalina" video is on the net right now also but I can't get that embedded version just yet ... so on to the next one.
Not much in the mood for talking (sorry to all who have called and got the voice mail). So I'll let my Wu brother's talk for me. Still grinding and trying to get someone to pick up the book project. I'll holla soon with some sort of update and shit. Plus Mirandy Candy is still on deck, she just needs some editing.
Until that time ...
M
Aug 25, 2009
It’s just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby …
See these fans can’t resist the rush/they Wu-Tang for life/scared for life they forget the cuts …
Method Man - House of Flying Daggers – Cuban Linx 2
Wu-Tang Clan is moving back onto the Hip Hop landscape again and sometimes it seems like it just yesterday when they were the dominant sound by the summer of ‘95. The RZA’s distinct Shaw Brothers, dark production provided a canvas for each member’s unique style. There was a time when every hood in the tri state area and beyond was booming with one of the many Wu offerings. As almost every group member also signed solo deals with other labels. This business model is followed by almost every modern day rapper crew, one of the many testaments to the Wu’s forever imprint on the culture. Before Culture control belonged to Death Row, Bad Boy, The Roc, or Young Money there was Wu Tang. They have trail blazed in the form of MC’s having their own clothing line, the Wallabee era, music production for the MC fan, (you will routinely get a minute’s worth of beat at the end of songs so you can kick your own shit.) Web sites, video games, and my two favorite contributions slanguistics and the idea of alias ’ each having his own mythology and influences. To only name a few.
Cuban Linx is perhaps the most influential of all Wu-Tang solo projects, Rae was really the first to kick it with that deep cinematic imagination. His creation of a narrative album format revolving around cocaine trafficking, criminal activity, and a rise through the ranks of the illegal industry set the template for Criminology rap. You can see the much-argued imprint on albums from Jigga Reasonable Doubt, Biggie, Life After Death, and Nas It Was Written. Rea was our new G Rap
During the summer I was talking with my dude Julien about Cuban Linx 2 and some of the young bucks were chilling with us. One of them said who is Wu Tang again? That’s Method Man and that other dude right?
Like these cats run around spitting they little lyrics and talking about who is the greatest MC alive and they didn’t know Wu Tang! I almost blacked out on homeboy but instead took the opportunity to school them all on how Wu changed the game when they kicked in the door back in ’93 … and that’s when homeboy was like Marc, I was born in 1995, yo.
RIP ODB … Wu Tang FOREVER!
Method Man - House of Flying Daggers – Cuban Linx 2
Wu-Tang Clan is moving back onto the Hip Hop landscape again and sometimes it seems like it just yesterday when they were the dominant sound by the summer of ‘95. The RZA’s distinct Shaw Brothers, dark production provided a canvas for each member’s unique style. There was a time when every hood in the tri state area and beyond was booming with one of the many Wu offerings. As almost every group member also signed solo deals with other labels. This business model is followed by almost every modern day rapper crew, one of the many testaments to the Wu’s forever imprint on the culture. Before Culture control belonged to Death Row, Bad Boy, The Roc, or Young Money there was Wu Tang. They have trail blazed in the form of MC’s having their own clothing line, the Wallabee era, music production for the MC fan, (you will routinely get a minute’s worth of beat at the end of songs so you can kick your own shit.) Web sites, video games, and my two favorite contributions slanguistics and the idea of alias ’ each having his own mythology and influences. To only name a few.
Cuban Linx is perhaps the most influential of all Wu-Tang solo projects, Rae was really the first to kick it with that deep cinematic imagination. His creation of a narrative album format revolving around cocaine trafficking, criminal activity, and a rise through the ranks of the illegal industry set the template for Criminology rap. You can see the much-argued imprint on albums from Jigga Reasonable Doubt, Biggie, Life After Death, and Nas It Was Written. Rea was our new G Rap
During the summer I was talking with my dude Julien about Cuban Linx 2 and some of the young bucks were chilling with us. One of them said who is Wu Tang again? That’s Method Man and that other dude right?
Like these cats run around spitting they little lyrics and talking about who is the greatest MC alive and they didn’t know Wu Tang! I almost blacked out on homeboy but instead took the opportunity to school them all on how Wu changed the game when they kicked in the door back in ’93 … and that’s when homeboy was like Marc, I was born in 1995, yo.
RIP ODB … Wu Tang FOREVER!
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